I walked up to the front and sat where she indicated. ‘Josh, your ‘Love Letter’ was a most interesting read, with some, how shall we put it, ah ...es, some interesting phrasing. I would like to know your inspiration?’ I decided to be totally honest as anything less she would see through in an instant so explained that I had started writing erotic stories and had even had some published. She looked very thoughful, ‘I might have to make this website required reading if it is going to inspire this. Ora aaj mone hoi sara raat thakur dekhbe. Ami oor ghore dhuklam. Barite keu nei sudhu Mou aar ami. Aaj ami aar nijeke samlate parlam na. Mou akta Holud saree, bluse porechhe. Khub bujhte parchhe o bhitore akta sada bra pore ache, aar sareer tolai akta sada saya. Ami ghore dhuke khate boshlam. Mou bar bar mirror ar samne giea nijeke dekhchhe. Thite laal lipstick, ami Mou k pichhon diea dekhchhi oo hethe asechhe bole oor picth ta gheme gachhe. Oor sada pithe gham hoea oor pith ta darun. "... you should just come out tonight. You'll have some catching up to do."Now it was decision time for Cal. "OK." was all he said as he left to return to class.From Cal's first practice, things looked bad. The coach had a number of seemingly senseless rules that he expected to be followed. For instance, if anyone shot before three different players touched the ball, they got yelled at and were usually made to sit down. Except on a fast break, they were forbidden to shoot until fifteen seconds. Rick accepted his spoonful but Fran moved when the spoon approached. Half of the ice cream spilled. Rick bent down licking his dessert from between Fran’s cute little boobies. But Fran was slower. She “had to” lick just above Rick’s pubic hair then back up.On Rick’s first turn feeding Team Girlfriend, the ice cream was deposited directly into his team’s mouths. He realized his mistake because on his next turn he dropped a glop of ice cream between us. I bent back to keep it off the towels. Fran.